Liquid Snake

 [When the video turned on, all that it showed was Liquid, lying in bed and asleep.  While that left the question of who in the world had turned on the Pokegear, since it obviously wasn't him, there wasn't much time to ponder that question before he started talking.]

This is not my box.  No.  Not my box.

[Going from the tone of his voice, this was a terribly serious matter.  The location of the box is of grave importance.]

It doesn't even look like my box.  It's your box.  This is not my box!

[He made a noise that sounded both annoyed and distressed.]

My box is missing.  I can't find it.  ...Hello?  Hello?  Is this the home for missing boxes?  I've lost my box.  Have you got my box?  Where's my box? 

[There was a little more mumbling after that, but it trailed off into incoherence.  For another minute or so, everything was quiet, save for the occasional mumble from the sleeping soldier.]

[Then...]

Cock wobbler!

[He woke himself up with his own shout.]  Hmm?  What?  Wobbles?

[And peered around blearily for a bit, then humphed and let his head drop back onto the pillow.]  Wankers.